DISCLAIMER: Um…I don't own Lupin III, but now I've got a lovely bunch of cocoanuts… No, really, I'm having a party on Saturday, and it's a luau…

Hey, everybody!

Once again, another very long-awaited chapter… Thanks to everybody who read the last chapter, and I hope that you consider this one just as good, if not maybe a little better than the last. Improvement is something I strive for, and have since the beginning. Anyway, school should be out soon, so I'll be able to write more, and this story's second anniversary is in June (weird, neh?).

Fun Fact of Boredom: Sakura's last name is Yazuka, which is a play on the name of the Japanese mafia, which is the Yakuza. She is given this name because of the long and dangerous past between her and the Japanese mob.

Chapter Twelve: From Russia with Love

Paris:

Leo could not help but wonder who was shaking him awake before the sun had even risen. He looked at the alarm clock; five in the morning? Who got up at that hour? Apparently Max did, because Zenigata was staring down at him, smiling.

Finding this slightly creepy, Leo rose and sat up in bed, staring back at Zenigata tiredly, "….What?"

"Thought you'd never ask," Max smiled and slapped Leo upon the back. "Come on, get dressed. Let's go already!"

"Go? Go where? I'm not going anywhere, Zenigata…."

"Sure you are!" Max walked over to LeBlanc's closet, and pulled out a black dress shirt, flinging it at Leo, "You, my friend, are going to have one of the best times of your life!"

Leo looked nervous at this. Any other time that this had been said, nothing good had come of it. Ever.

"Did you guys know that you have a Dinseyland here?"

"Yeah; everyone hates it," Leo replied.

Max choked back his reaction at this statement. He had spent a great deal of his paycheck planning the day ahead, and a trip to Disney was on the list, and by far had been the most expensive.

"Well, regardless, I got tickets for you, me and Dako, so get out your Mickey ears and smile," said Max in a slightly threatening tone. Leo rolled his eyes, and then rolled out of bed, looking worn and disheveled. His nightmares had come back. He had really wanted to stay in bed for the day; there was no word on his case. He had been enjoying the day off, but Max looked extremely intent upon having a good day. Damn…

Max left Leo, and waited for him to prepare for the morning. After dressing, he and Zenigata drove to his mother and father's house, and picked up Dako. She was thrilled at the thought of going to a theme park, and sat looking intently out the back window as Leo followed Max's directions, driving about the busy roads and streets until at last they finally reached the parking lot. It wasn't nearly as crowded as Max had anticipated, and they entered the park quite easily.

"Leo, read this to me, please," Dako asked her one adoptive parent.

"Hm? Oh, yeah… It's a roller coaster…." Leo said distantly.

"Oh, cool! You two want to come?" asked Dako.

"No," Max and Leo answered in unison.

"Heh, chickens," Dako chuckled, and went to go stand in line. "I'll be back!"

Both inspectors watched as Dako ran to the roller coaster, and Leo was halfway tempted to watch her through the line, but before he could follow, she was on the ride.

"Come on, let's go sit and wait for her," Max led Leo over, and seated him upon a park bench. Max lit up a cigarette and turned away from Leo as he smoked it. "This is the first cigarette I've had in a few weeks… You're driving me to smoke…"

"Sorry," Leo muttered quietly.

"Heh, don't be," Max put a hand on one of his partner's shoulders and extinguished the cigarette on the park bench. He flicked it off, and stared ahead at the ride. "How can she stand that thing?"

"I don't know; if I can live with you, I guess anything's possible…"

"Aren't you full of jokes today?" Max smirked. He sighed, "Listen…. I'm just trying to make things good for the three of us while there's still time… I've got people right now who are helping to stack up evidence that would give you a really light sentence… Maybe even no sentence at all. There's a private company funding you, under the table of course. I'm in the middle of finding a good lawyer for you, as is… I've got one in mind already."

"Why? Why are you doing all of this, Max? You know I can't repay you!" said Leo with a snap.

"You already have, Leo. I'm the one repaying you," replied Max. "You're the one who gave me a place to stay, you stayed friends with me through, well, everything!"

Leo looked downward at his shoes, and back up at the rollercoaster, which now dipped and turned. His stomach felt the same way; he realized then that Max's hand was still on his shoulder, and he shrugged a little, letting it fall. Max caught this, and moved away at little from Leo.

"I understand about that, too," Max said quietly. "I'm not expecting anything like that from you, all right? At one time, yeah, I would've pushed for it… But I know that—"

Leo removed a lighter from his pocket, and lit it. Running his hand over it a few times, Max was more than shocked when a small flower appeared in Leo's hand. He pinned it to Max's jacket, and chuckled a little.

"Thanks," said Max, slightly bewildered by this.

"Hey," Dako stumble towards them, looking a little greenish in the face. She tumbled onto the bench, and leaned against Leo. "I think I'm going to puke…"

Both inspectors looked at one another, and Leo gave a heave of a sigh while Max lifted her and carried her towards the direction of the women's bathroom. He made sure the coast was clear before ducking in, but even then he was slapped across the face with a purse as his reward for his efforts.

"Well, at least you can say you got a war wound in the name of a cute girl," Leo said wryly when Max returned from the bathroom. "Maybe we should take her on a nice quiet ride…"

"Sounds good to me," Max replied.

Russia:

Heiji fumbled with his language book, desperately looking for a way to tell the students to put their books away. "I'll never find it…" he said to himself as he flipped through the Russian to English dictionary. He could barely speak Japanese—How was he supposed to communicate?

A young girl must have sensed Heiji's plight, because she rose and a addressed the students in Russian, informing them that the lesson was over. Heiji was too relieved to realize how familiar the girl was. He sat back in his chair and sighed with relief as all of the students exited. It was frustrating enough dealing with their technology, which was very outdated by his standards. The language barrier was killing him.

He only realized now that the girl whom he had had so many run-ins had stayed behind. She approached Heiji's desk and spoke in a quiet tone, in heavily-accented English. "You looked like you needed help. My mother keeps a bad and breakfast for foreigners, so I understand that it's difficult for you…."

"Thanks," Heiji sat back in his chair and closed his eyes. "I don't see how you can stand how cold this place is!"

"By that tan you're either Southwestern Asian or you live somewhere warm…" she gave a small smile, and brushed away a few bangs. "My name is Tanya…"

"I'm Mr. Ikeda," Heiji answered, taking her hand and shaking it.

"I wish I could believe that," she sighed a little. "You're the saint of cyber punks—Heiji the Hacker…"

"Eh, I…"

"You could just say 'guilty as charged'. I would recognize you from anywhere!"

"Is that why you were so surprised by us yesterday?" Heiji inquired.

"Well, I… Yeah…"

"You know, I'm good at reading people, too."

"I… It's nothing the worry about," Tanya shook her head and seated herself upon Heiji's desk. "You don't have to worry about looking; I'm eighteen." She laughed a little, and Heiji looked away from her, flushing a little.

"So, I take it Fuji's Mrs. Ikeda, huh? You two still aren't together?" Tanya inquired with interest.

"Listen, I've got another class to prepare for…" Heiji began to rise, but nearly fell as the surprisingly strong Tanya pulled him forward and kissed him.

"Heiji-chan, I—Ai yi yi yi yi…." Fuji sputtered the phrase her father always called out whenever he found himself in a situation such as hers. She backed out of the room, and called. "I guess you're busy!"

"Fuji—" Heiji pulled away from Tanya, and ran out to Fuji. "Fuji, wait, I—"

Tanya smiled; her plan was underway. He would run out of the room now, leaving his suitcase. She began to rummage through it, but cursed to herself as she found that it did not contain what she was looking for. "Why hasn't she gotten it yet? Isn't that why she's here? Who the hell else would go to Russia?"

She straightened herself up at looked down, and spoke sternly. "I've got to have her help me find it, then… I'll have to do it without her knowing, though. She'd steal it for herself otherwise, and Anya needs that book…"

New York City:

"You're doing WHAT?" Ally growled.

"I got a tip from a source in Moscow. He saw Fuji and Heiji in some farm land about fifty miles outside of the city… We used to race together. He called me wanting to get together, and was a little more than surprised when he found out that I wasn't in Russia, too," Ryo replied as she continued folding her clothes. "Unfortunately, there weren't enough open seats, so you're going to stay here with Odori, and make sure she's comfortable. She looks like she's going to have that baby any day now."

"That's not fair! Why me?" Ally growled.

"Well, you can cook, and you and Dori have always gotten along well enough…" Ryo replied as she zipped her suitcase and lifted it down onto the floor. She kissed her brother on the cheek and met Toshiro, Yukiko and Veronica outside towards the doorway. They were soon gone, and the team was once more divided. Ally turned to Odori; it was apparent that she was about as happy as he was at the situation.

"Uno?" asked Odori.

"Uno," Ally nodded, and walked into his room to find the cards.

Three hours later, New York:

"Uno!" Ally shouted, and laughed triumphantly. "I win…"

"That's 45/36, now," Odori said tiredly as she reshuffled the cards. Ally looked from beneath his thick bangs, and could notice that Odori had changed. Well, there was the pregnancy, yes, but he meant more short term changes. She looked a little pale, and a little shaky on top of this.

"Dori, are, you all right?"

"Indigestion…" Odori replied after a pause. She jumped a little, and held onto her stomach.

"Um… I have heartburn, and that doesn't look like indigestion…." Ally said with worry, rising.

"This isn't good…." Odori's breathing was now heavier, and she gulped dryly. "I think… Oh, no…"

"What's up? Is something wrong with the baby?" asked Ally with worry.

Odori nodded, "My water broke…"

"Please tell me I misheard you…"

"The baby's coming…"

"Please no," Ally squeaked. He began to search wildly for a phone book. "I'll have an ambulance right away!"

"No," Odori shook her head. "I'm having it here… I'm a felon, you think they'll let me prance in and out? You're going to have to help me…."

Ally had to resist fainting at that moment. After the initial shock, Ally uneasily lifted Odori onto the couch, and looked down, pained, "I need to make a phone call…."

Odori gripped onto the collar of his Chinese-style shirt and growled, "I'm in pain; this is no time to order a damn PIZZA!"

"I'll calling Yukiko's mom!" Ally fired back. "She's given birth before; she'll know about this sort of stuff!"

"Get some warm towels, Jigen," Odori said with a gulp. "Get off of the DAMN PHONE!"

"Okay, okay!" Ally hung up the phone and slowly backed away from it. In a rare gesture, he brushed his eyes away from his face and removed his frog-snap jacket, revealing a short-sleeved undershirt beneath this. He took in a deep breath, and went to fetch the towels.

Paris:

"Poor thing's all worn out…" Leo said with a chuckle.

"Poor thing? Do you know how much money we blew on this kid?" Max asked questioningly.

"This kid? Your kid…"

"No, our kid, really," Max said with a shake of the head as he waited on the landing for Leo to open the door, his arms full of Dako.

"Hm…" Leo returned as Max walked through with the young girl, Leo trailing him from behind and closing the door behind him.

Max removed the little girl's shoes as he laid her upon the bed while Leo went to adjusting her blankets. Both men stood up and looked downward at her with similar solemn expressions.

"I'm sorry…" Max said after a pause.

"Eh?"

"I'm sorry if I'm forcing you into this… I know it's quick, and there's a lot of pressure on you, and—"

"Let's go outside and talk some more about this," Leo said quietly as he watched Dako stir. Max nodded, and shut off her light as they left. Leo seated himself on the couch and rested his elbows upon his knees. "I'm writing you into my will." said Leo after a long pause to Zenigata, without once looking up at the blond, "I want to put you on my checking account now, and I want to split the apartment with you. When the inevitable happens, I want you to be able to live comfortably, and without having to worry…."

"Leo, I already told you—" Max started, but paused as he walked around to the front of the couch and seated himself next to Leo. "I already told you I'm working on it…"

"Everyone's always looking out for me… I just… I feel like I can't do anything…" Leo said quietly.

"That's not true!" Max said sternly, "You are a great inspector, a great father, a terrific knitter, and a wonderful person… Don't talk like that…" Zenigata moved a little closer to Leo, and grasped onto LeBlanc's hand.

"I…. Max, I shouldn't…." Leo muttered as Zenigata pulled in and kissed him. As they broke away, Leo put a hand to his mouth, "We… We shouldn't…."

"I'm… I'm sorry…" Max rose from the couch and walked away from Leo. "I'm sorry…"

"It's… It's okay," replied Leo after a pause. "It's okay…"

"It's just… I don't know what the hell it is, but I can't help it," Max admitted quietly.

"I know. I'm not going to ask you to, Zenigata," Leo rose, and stood in front of Max. "Look at me, Zenigata… There we go… Listen, I know what it's like to see someone everyday and feel one way about them and not being able to say or do anything about it. It's not fair. Life isn't fair…."

"It's been even less fair for you!" Max shouted, "All you ever wanted to do was make up for some sin you didn't even commit, and they're still going to try to punish you for it… You've done a lot for me, and I owe you, big time… I should've done something about Cecilia a long time ago…"

"Oh, God, please don't kill her—That sounds like what you're getting ready to do," Leo gulped.

"Boy have I contemplated it," Max shook his head. "I did all I could; this is in the hands of the professionals, now."

"So we wait…"

"No, you enjoy life while you can," Max responded, and embraced Leo tightly. "LeBlanc, I…"

"I figured you did…" Leo pulled away from him. "How long has it been, huh?"

"Well… Since I saw you in the airport…" Max admitted with a small flush.

The phone rang, and Leo went to grab it, leaving a shaken Max in the living room. He had never been good with expressing his emotions, and having this conversation was one of the hardest things he had ever done.

"That was the boss… Lupin's in Russia…" Leo called to Max.

"I'll grab my parka," Max sighed.

Moscow:

"You still haven't heard from Ally?" Veronica asked worriedly as she paced in the airport.

"No," Ryo shook her head. "Well, I'm sure they're fine. Probably online… Anyway, I wonder where my source went..."

"Hey, that him?" Yukiko asked as she looked longingly at the smoker's section of the airport. Toshiro abruptly veered her away from it, and they followed Veronica and Ryo out of the airport, and onto the snowy sidewalk. A man approached Ryo, and tapped her on the shoulder. She jumped with a start, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Peter!" she embraced him and smiled, "It's wonderful to see you!"

"As it is you, Ryoko," Peter, a taller, dark-haired Russian, responded with a similar smile, "How are things, hm? Seeing anybody?"

"Heh, not for years…" Ryo replied coolly.

"What? What about…."

"Ari? He found someone else…" Ryo answered.

"I see it is a sore subject. We shall talk about it no longer… Come on, I'll show you and your friends around, and lead you to Lupin…"

"That little punk ought to have a good excuse for not calling me," Ryo said darkly as Peter led them to a taxi. Veronica, who was used to much warmer climate, shook the most as she climbed into the back seat with Toshiro and Yukiko.

"Same goes with Heiji," Veronica said with chattering teeth.

New York:

"Okay, just breath… It's all right, Dori… You're doin' great!" Ally said reassuringly. "Come on, gimme another push!"

"I…. I can't…" Odori puffed, heaving another breath of air.

"Come on! You've fought hoards of ninja, samurai, the mob, zombies! You can do this!" Ally reassured her.

"None of it ever hurt this bad!" Odori moaned.

Ally wiped her face with a damp towel and brushed her hair back, "You're doing great, Odori!"

Odori let out a yell, and Ally became even more focused, "Hey, okay, there's a head… Come on, one more!"

"I'm going to kill him for this!" Odori yelled.

"No painkillers, no doctor—You really are a tough bitch, Odori!" Ally laughed uneasily. Odori let out another scream, and Ally fell silent. Odori fell silent as well.

Then, the crying.

"It's a girl…" Ally said, lifting the baby up, "It's a girl!"

"God… She's huge… Beautiful, too…" Odori said in gasps.

Ally cleared the baby's nose and mouth, undid the umbilical cord, and soon Odori Ishikawa was the proud mother of Namiko Alana Ishikawa, who weighed in at over eight pounds, and sported a head of black hair.

"Konnichiwa, Namiko-chan," Odori whispered as she cradled the little girl in her arms.

"Hey… I'm your Uncle Allen," Ally said with a smile as he took one of her small hands. "Jeeze… She's tiny…"

Odori looked up at him incredulously, "To you, perhaps… You're not the one who pushed this out… You helped though… And thank you for that, Ally…"

"I'm going to call your parents," announced Ally, rising and walking out to a phone.

Odori waited until Ally had left the room to speak to her daughter, "I know I wanted a son, but you're even better than I could have imagined… Your family will adore you… Both of them…"

Russia:

"Hm…" Max looked down at his cell phone as the two stood in their bedroom, packing, "I've got a message…."

"Really?" Leo turned about, "What's it say?"

"…I'm a great uncle…" Max announced.

"Woah, really! That's awesome!" Leo gasped happily, "Dori had the baby, eh? That was one thing I never saw happening! But then again, I never imagined being kissed by a Zenigata…"

"Uh, yeah…." Max cleared his throat and put away his phone, "How would you feel about a serious relationship?"

"How serious?" asked Leo, rising from his suitcase.

"Well, we've already done friendship for a few years, so I thought perhaps light dating, followed by heavier dating, followed by marriage… We could… Even adopt if you wanted…."

"You hate children."

"I really do. I hate children more than I hate peanut butter, and that's a lot. You'd have to do the raising; I'll bring home the bacon."

"You're Jewish; you don't eat bacon. Zenigata, I only have a few months, and…"

"Listen, I know what you're thinking… But there's a lot of advantages to this, just hear me out!"

"Like?" Leo raised an eyebrow; this made him quite curious. Max's desperate need-to-please expression while he spoke also helped Leo to realize exactly how frantic Max was to have Leo hear him out.

"One, neither of us will accidentally great pregnant."

There was a long pause from LeBlanc, "You know, you could've chosen a million and one ways to start that off better…"

"Um, okay… Well, no worries about leaving the toilet seat down, right?"

"….Dako?"

"Crap! Yeah… Um, let's see… Both of us will wear the pants in the family, so there won't really be an argument!"

"We always argue about that… You're an egomaniac and I'm passive-aggressive."

"I'm trying to work something here, LeBlanc! Gimme a damn break!" Max growled, "I just… I don't want to lose you to someone, okay? I just… I really want to stay together… You're the only reason I bothered to get out of bed some friggin' mornings! If I had a nickel for how many times I'd come close to hanging myself with my damn shoelaces in Romania, I could've bought a better car!"

Leo sighed, "I've got to make a phone call, Max… I'll be back… You get some sleep, okay, man? I'll talk to you in the morning." Leo rose, and pecked Max on the forehead before walking into the kitchen in search of a telephone.

"Yeah… Good night…" Max answered, stunned.

Russia:

"Hey, it's not like I wanted that!" Heiji snapped in defense.

Fuji kept walking down the hall, ignoring him.

"Okay, yeah, that's right—'Cause you've never done something like that before!" Heiji shouted.

"Not with a fifteen-year-old!" Fuji spun around, "I know this sounds weird coming from me, but what kind of sick pervert are you?"

"Fifteen?" Heiji yelped, "She told me she was—"

"God you're naïve if you think teenage girls don't lie about their age! At fourteen I was eighteen-year-old Mineko Fujita!"

"You're Mineko? I heard about you… You were like some kind of legend with guys… And that's saying a lot, considering I was living in Japan and you were in France at the time…"

"She's a kid, Heiji-chan!"

"Fuji, I hate younger women! The older, the better!"

"Yeah, well, I'll give the warning to my grandma next time I see her…" Fuji muttered.

"Fuji, come on… She did that, not me! Wait, why in the hell am I doing this? Why am I justifying this to you, of all people?"

"Because I am your voice of reason, right now!"

"Fuji, you need a voice of reason in order to be one…" Heiji replied blandly.

"Your sarcasm will not get you anywhere, Heiji-chan… Good looks only get you so far with me! Listen, I'll just get to you point, since you're being so difficult today… If you're going to go out with a girl that young, at least make sure she's got fake papers…"

"What? I'm not a perv!" Heiji shrieked.

"Hey, it could be genetic, you know… Max is a little kinky, come to think of it… Poor Ari, hee hee…"

"Gwaa… Why do you always tell me this crap that I don't want to know?" snapped Heiji, covering his ears.

"Because someone's gotta tell you," Fuji smirked, and leaned against the wall. Both turned their heads at the sound of a hissing noise. "Um… Do the buildings in Russia fog up, or am I just drunk?"

"Fujiko Lupin…" a voice hissed in the darkness, and an old haggard woman approached out of the shadows, in a black dress and shawl, leaning heavily upon a cane.

"Eh? Jeeze, there sure are some ugly teachers in Russia…." Fuji took a step back, "What are you doing walking around here, Grandma? Isn't it your bedtime? It's three 'o clock… Understandski?"

"I understand perfectly well," replied the old woman, leaning on her cane. "How would you like your greatest wish fulfilled?"

"Me and Hugh Grant in a tub of Jell-O?... You've got my attention, Granny…"

"The diary of Rasputin…" started the old woman, holding up an old news clipping.

"Rasputin? A figure skater?" Fuji frowned, "How in the hell would a triple axle get me anywhere?"

"No! Like from the Romanov family! He was their advisor… And a bigger bastard than you could ever be, tenfold!" Heiji said to Fuji.

"Hey, I'm only a bastard literally! Figuratively, I'm a bitch," Fuji corrected.

"The diary is supposedly located in his grave, but it has yet to be found there…" said the old woman.

"And where's his grave?" asked Fuji.

"Siberia," responded the woman.

Heiji snorted, "Siberia, it's—"

"Going to be seeing two new faces!" Fuji said with a smile.

"What? We don't have any money!" snapped Heiji angrily.

"Ha, relax! I robbed a museum last night!" said Fuji lightly.

"Jesus, Fujiko…"

"What about him?" Fuji inquired, blinking.

"Sometimes I like to think that it's an act, and you're not a huge idiot…" Heiji grumbled, shaking his head. "Shouldn't we worry about getting home now that we've got the money?"

"Why settle for a slice when I can have the cake, I ask you?" Fuji smirked, and Heiji noted that she had that twinkle in her eye… The twinkle that spelt trouble for him…

Paris:

Max couldn't sleep. He was thinking too much… About this, about that… About everything and anything in between… Leo, what would happen to Leo, himself, what would happen to him, what would happen once Leo was gone… He was most worried about that; Leo leaving. LeBlanc was the best friend he had ever had, and it didn't matter if Leo wanted a serious relationship or not. If they could even remain just as friends, he would be happy. Not overjoyed, but just content in knowing that his friend was with him.

"Max, are you awake?" there was a knock on his door, and Max rolled over. It was Leo. LeBlanc slowly entered the room, carrying a small stack of papers. "I just… I wanted to go over some things…"

"Eh, sure…" Max sat up in bed, and put on his glasses, "What's up?"

"Here," Leo took a book, and set the papers on these. He pulled out a pen, and handed the papers to Zenigata. "Sign by all of the x's…"

"What? Tonight? Leo, I—"

"It won't take long, Max," Leo sighed tiredly, seating himself on the edge of Max's bed. "Just sign…"

"Yeah, yeah…" Max grumbled, and began to sign the papers, "Maxwell Zenigata, Maxwell Zenigata… Maxwell Chaim Zenigata… Ma—Hey, what's this?" Max frowned, staring at the paper in confusion, "It's all in French!"

"It's from Canada. Just sign," Leo continued, holding his head in his hands.

"Well, um, okay…" Max said uneasily.

Leo rose, and threw a bit of confetti that had been concealed in his pocket, "Congratulations…" said Leo blandly.

"Um, why?" asked Max.

"Now everything of mine is yours and everything of yours is mine," replied Leo.

"Wait… Is this… Woah, wait, I didn't agree to that!" Max yelped, reaching for the paper. Leo quickly pulled this away though, and stuffed it in his back pocket, "Why'd you do that?"

"Well, it's one way to cut down on paperwork…"

"That's it?"

"I really hate paperwork," Leo added.

"So, you're still Leo LeBlanc?" asked Max, scratching the back of his head in wonder.

"With as much stuff as I've monogrammed over the year, I'm not about to change it," responded Leo.

"What in the hell am I going to tell my parents?"

"Tell them you met a night Eurasian inspector who's got a great personality, excellent math skills, is a good dancer and a body to kill for," Leo chuckled. "I've got some more paperwork to do, but I'll be in shortly…"

"….Leo…"

"Yeah?"

"Was there…. Was there any other reason why you did this?"

"Well, yeah, you got me," Leo stopped, and smirked.

"Um… What was it?" asked Max, a little shy, a little imploring.

"Hm… Well, you see, this year, on my tax returns, I get beaucoup tax breaks," Leo replied.

"You…. You did this to cheat the government?" Max yelped.

"It could also be seen as a bonus, if it makes you feel any better…"

"Goodnight, Leo…"

"Yeah, goodnight, Mrs. LeBlanc…." Leo chuckled lightly, and closed the door, "I can't believe my dad agreed to get me a Canadian marriage certificate…. Wonder what caused the change of heart?"

A Different Part of Paris:

"I can't believe it!" Lupin wailed into the phone to Jigen and Goemon, "My kid, my only son—Married to a friggin' Zenigata!"

"Yeah, um, you also know that he's married to a guy now, right?" Jigen chimed in.

"That takes a back seat to knowing that I'm now related to Pops!" Lupin cried.

"Then why, Lupin?" Goemon inquired, "You didn't have to…"

"And you didn't have to buy Heiji a computer… You hate computers, but you still did it," Lupin answered with a small sniff.

"Jesus… Listen to us… Old, fat, cranky…" grumbled Jigen.

"You may be fat, Jigen, but I've kept my weight at a constant," said Goemon.

"Yeah, that's because each time you're at the doctors you either get a bunch of crap cut out of you or you're too up on meds to eat…" Jigen replied.

"Hold on, I've got another call," said Goemon suddenly. There was a silence as Lupin and Jigen waited for his return, and the two were greeted by a scarily excited voice on the other line, "Odori just had the baby! Namiko!"

"A girl? Hey, congrats, Goemon! I'd send over some champagne for you to celebrate, but your wife would kill me!" Jigen laughed.

'Goemon's a grandpa, and it's a celebration… I'm going to be one, and it's a death sentence for my son,' Lupin thought with a small flinch, "….Yeah… Congratulations, Goemon…"